The route Su Jiu had pointed out to Yun Chao and Feng Qi had the fewest magic beasts.
Even so, they still encountered magic beasts several times along the way.
Although these magic beasts' divine sense could not compare to Su Jiu's, it was far stronger than theirs.
Almost before they noticed anything, the magic beasts had crept closer. By the time they probed again, the beasts were already within the range they could detect.
Yun Chao and Feng Qi were powerful, but even they could not escape the magic beasts' claws.
Besides, if they kept running forward, who knew whether another two might suddenly appear ahead?
They might end up attacked from both sides, wrapped up like dumplings by the magic beasts. Just imagining that scene was unpleasant enough.
Almost every time they encountered a beast, the two stopped where they were and killed it.
They had to admit that watching Su Jiu win so easily earlier had led them to underestimate their opponent in the first battle.
That battle had also heaped frost upon snow for Yun Chao, adding new injuries to his existing wounds.
Eventually, even Feng Qi could not bear to watch and told him to stop and regulate his breathing. He felt that if Yun Chao kept forcing himself onward like this, the man might die from blood loss before they even found the exit.
After that, the two became much more cautious-or rather, they no longer dared to keep acting recklessly.
After all, these magic beasts' shells really were hard. Even with spirit treasures in hand, they had to exert tremendous force just to cut an opening in their exterior.
Moreover, the magic beasts were too fast and too difficult to catch.
Along the way, the two tasted every bitterness of killing magic beasts,